Page 40 of My Three Hometown Alphas

Miles saunters in, wearing only a pair of black boxers.

What the fuck? Where are his clothes?The whisk I’m mixing the eggs with freezes mid-air.

He gives me a shit-eating grin. “Morning,” he says, like there’s rainbows shooting out of his ass. Then, without another word, he jogs up the stairs.

I have so many questions, yet I don’t really know if I want the answers to any of them. Shaking my head, I go about getting the eggs into a frying pan.

“Good morning,” Avery says, stepping up beside me as I stir the eggs.

I tilt my head down to look at her. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful?

This would all be a hell of a lot easier if I wasn’t so attracted to her.

“I can finish up with breakfast, if you want to go get ready,” she says, reaching for the spatula in my hand.

Her fingertips slide against mine, and we both freeze. Our eyes stay locked on each other for several silent seconds before I land back in reality.

I pull my hand away, wiping my palm against my jeans.

“Okay,” I say, backing out of the kitchen. “I’ll make sure Lyla’s up and around while I’m up there.”

She gives me a small smile over her shoulder. Then she turns back to the stove. I hear her humming softly as she drags the spatula through the eggs.

Avery may not be acting like anything is different, but I have a feeling a lot of things changed last night.

Miles and I step out of our rooms at the same time, meeting at the top of the stairs.

“What the hell happened last night?” I ask in a hushed voice.

His smile widens, like he has absolutely no control over it whatsoever. He shrugs his shoulder. “Fun. That’s what happened.”

My eyes narrow. “All three of you?”

“I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he says. His voice is dripping with fake innocence, which has my mind immediately screaming bullshit.

“Yeah, sure.” I groan, running my hand over my stubbled jaw. “Don’t fuck everything up. Avery is great with Lyla. I don’t want to find another nanny.”

He rolls his eyes, like he’s the eight-year-old in this house and not his niece. “We’re not going to fuck anything up.”

“I think this is a horrible idea,” I say just as Owen walks toward us.

Miles shrugs again. “Maybe, but… what’s life without a little risk?”

“Reliable. Dependable. Normal,” I say.

“Boring,” Miles says, dragging the word out.

My fist clenches at my side as I fight the urge to use it against his face.

He chuckles. “What? It’s true. Live a little, brother.” With that, he jogs down the stairs.

With a heavy exhale, I turn to look at my middle brother. “I’m honestly not surprised he’s doing this,” I say, pointing toward where Miles disappeared, “but I’m surprised you’re okay with it.”

He stands there silently for a minute. “It’s her,” he says, then makes his way down the stairs.

I might not agree with what they’re doing, but I do understand that.

It’s her.